Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Bahamas and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Blancmange to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
Marmalade,
Popol Vuh,
Jacob Miller,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
Sun City Girls,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Bar-Kays,
Mad Mike,
The Barracudas,
David McCallum,
Monolake,
Bad Manners,
Man Eating Sloth,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
R.M.O.,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Janne Schatter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Dead C,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
A Certain Ratio,
Liliput,
Deepchord,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Enemy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
This Heat,
Sandy B,
Todd Rundgren,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Star Department,
Moebius,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.